One Month Later

I am slowly unraveling. Living in furnished temporary housing is much, much harder than I thought it would be. It feels really odd to be laying on someone else's sofa, eating off their dishes and sweeping their floor. It's better than a hotel, but not by much. So far, the dryer has broken down, the television no longer works, and we've nearly locked ourselves out more than once due to a faulty door lock. Sigh.

A bit of good news - the remediation service finished their side of things, and our contractors started work today. It was such a relief to see them start tearing out all of the burned carpet and drywall. It's almost as if with each smoky piece they carry away, they take a little bit of residual fear with them. I'll be so happy when they are all done and we get to move into our house again. Being responsible for two homes that are on opposite sides of the city from each other is wearing on me. But enough whining from me - tomorrow is a new day.